​I must go up to the trees again, to the lonely trees and the sky,And all I ask is a tall pine and the chance to hear her sigh.And the breeze kiss and a soft mist, and the birch leaves quaking,And a golden hue on the meadow view with a fall day waking.

"the lonely trees and the sky..."

"and a golden hue on the meadow view..."

I must go up to the trees again for the call of the mountainsideIs a wild call and clear call that may not be denied;And all I ask is an autumn day and the white clouds playingAnd the leaf path and the chipmunk’s laugh, and the maples, swaying.

"and the leaf path..."

"..and the maples, swaying."

I must go up to the trees again, to the lonely, wandering life,To the fawn’s way, and the dove’s way, where the thrush plays a haunting fife.And all I ask in the peace of pause is the whispering Presence,And the sweet perfume, the remembered joy of the long hike’s essence.

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I'm finding my way beyond the maze of the "middle" years (if I'm gonna be 100 and something someday...) ​living life as a country woman who is a writer, gardener, wife, mom, nature observer, teacher,and most of all a much loved child of God.